I thought that moving my blog off the Times Union site would be like entering the witness protection program. I would sort of fall of the face of the earth, landing in a new place, with a new name, unfindable. Rather like being dropped in the middle of Iowa, in terms of the internet at least.
The truth is that it hasn’t been that bad.
You know, despite my misgivings about how they run things, it wasn’t easy leaving the Times Union. Michael Huber, my handler there, was absolutely Mephistophelean in his argument for me to stay. You have a story to tell. Everyone loves you. What’s the point of writing if you have no audience?
Umm, yeah. Whatever.
So, thanks to the small (albeit brilliant and elite) group who have followed me over, and who, like U.S. Marshalls, are keeping an eye on me here in my humble new neighborhood.
Now for a gratuitous video clip! Do sing along.